When it feels right

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Not sure if this is a poem or a journal entry but I feel like sharing these conflicting feelings that hopefully some of you can relate to.

Submitted: March 04, 2017

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Submitted: March 04, 2017



Am I running away from something good?

We only kissed once. We only fucked that one time but I don't even know if it counted because we were drunk and that affected the mechanics.

When he took my hand and traced circles on my palm, it felt right.

The heat from the hand he caressed spread throughout my body. It travelled down my legs, awakening the place between them. The heat rocketed down to the tips of my toes, then back up to somewhere in my head or my heart that said, "this feels right".

The next day I woke up early and foggy, with a nauseated feeling that probably resulted from alcohol but that I attributed to him. So I ran.

He is not particularly handsome but his eyes sparkle when they catch mine.

His physique is not particularly sculpted but his arms are strong enough to hold me.

He is not particularly charming but he always makes me feel like I have something worthwhile to say.

I'm not perfect either, yet I doubt.

The doubt makes me run. Do I doubt because I do not want him or because I do and it scares me?

Fear of reciprocation and what that means. Fear of accepting someone and being accepted by them, even when I do not accept myself.

Perhaps I should turn around and run back towards him.

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